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{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit} {Mario, take it easy!} [Styles P:] Yo, my nigga Poobs on the track I'm S.P. the Ghost We'd like to welcome you, motherfucker To this thing of ours Our life is complex nigga We the best in the worst position (Yeah, figure that out, hahaha) Get at me nigga Yo; I'm from a place where your man'll shoot ya Jails ganged out, but some niggaz is neutral Coke price rise, watch shit get crucial Niggaz think they Bishop and I don't mean Tutu Cause even when it's sunny it's cloudy They ain't gettin money so they bummy and rowdy Wanna kill you, you come through in your Audi Shit is like this from Yonkers to Mount V Some niggaz'll count ki's, get knocked rat and bounce free What part of the game is a game without G's Drive through New York with a few blunts Tryin to get paid, they put a new car out every two months You can get popped if you want Letras de cancionesCome through the venue, you on the menu cause we on a food hunt Still lettin off my two pumps Dump reload, dump reload, fuck is it you want? [Chorus: Tre Williams] If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here (it's so hard) If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here [Styles P:] Where I'm from ain't no fuckin pretending Frontin like you rich, gettin hit for the pendant Clip look small then you better extend it I said you got money, now you gotta defend it Niggaz sell drugs cause the fiends is dependant Sittin on the blocks 'til the cops come and end it Jungle is concrete and wild but I bow to Allah beat Some don't get to they car keys Hit from the P-2000 from them niggaz in Mark 3's All I do is spark trees, bag and cart ki's Press on the uzi, bullets longer than sharpeis And I'm tryin to hit you where your head and your heart be What? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P:] I ain't got time to daydream (hell nah) Reppin my home, hold to the chrome, you the away team Catch me pullin off in the Celine Chick from Beijing, think about my niggaz that's caged in Light blunts everywhere, any occasion Stash coke money in my checkings and savings Five blunts, two drinks just for the cravings I don't even duck when the weapons is waving I don't give a fuck, I've accepted my way's end Styles didn't do it, I just gave it to David He don't give a fuck, he'll cock it and blaze it You just came home you get touched with the razors Bitch it was all so simple Somethin real big pointed at yo' temple Coke and the cash, give up that info (where's it at) Be a smart man so, you can make it to yo' kinfolk [Chorus x2: w/ ad libs] {Forget about it Mario} From Letras Mania